#bones

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#life

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones. ↗

— M. Jones

#death #frankie-and-formaldehyde #gallows-humor #life #death

Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us? ↗

— Alice Sebold

#ocean-eyes #love

What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#the-lovely-bones #love

To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #love

What's bothering me is that you dare to stand there and tell me what I do and do not feel about last night. That kissing you and holding you meant nothing to me. Then, to top it all off, that you were only reactiong to me because you were impaired? That's rich. You know what those drugs did to you in the first dose, before the second one made you comatose? They killed the bug up your arse?" said Bones. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#rich

No, I'm too tired to run, and you're too fast. You'd only catch me." "That's right, luv." Softly, but with unyielding resonance. "if you run from me, I'll chase you. And I'll find you. Bones said. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat

If you wanted to rip my clothes off, you should have asked." (Jace Wayland) ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bones

He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #jace-wayland

Sometimes when she looks at him that way he finds himself almost blushing; a feeling so strange he almost doesn’t recognize it. Jace Wayland doesn’t blush. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #jace-wayland